It's always been a big part of my life because so many family members experienced the sounds and the movement. My Uncle, Aunt Susan's husband refused to spend the night in that house whenever they visited.

To me it seems that Godfrey's little daughter loved her daddy dearly and did not want to leave him. So when he moved her things into the attic for safe keeping, she moved in there too and played with her doll and felt comfortable knowing he was still in the house. She was quite young when she died. I am not exactly sure of her age, but I think she was only about five or six years old, maybe seven. Her death was not her fault, it was the fault of her mother's depression. I have never learned why the mother was so depressed. I doubt that people discussed that issue very often years ago, so I will probably never know. But as I said, the little girl ghost seemed content to play in that attic room surrounded by things from her forever childhood.

I am glad you enjoyed reading about it. Our family has told that true tale to many through the years. Now I have shared it with my readers. I think it's a way to make sure that little girl's memory lives on. A life cut short and the daddy left behind to grieve.

What a wonderful, wonderful story, Susan. Thank you so much for sharing it. There are so many things in this world that we cannot begin to understand. What a selfish thing for that wife to have done-to take their sweet little innocent daughter with her to the grave. So sad. I am so glad you healed the hole in Godfrey's soul and I think that would have pleased that pour little soul that stayed in the attic. xo Diana

Thank you. It was a selfish thing for the mother to take her daughter's life while taking her own. Who knows what was running through her mind. It was a different time and people were not as open with others. Perhaps if she had received some counseling things might have been different.

Fascinating story and I loved the way your Grandmother turned the house holding this sadness inside to one of acceptance, by not moving the toys, and filled it with love. I knew someone who lost her son through a hunting accident between brothers. Before she died, she had a dream that the deceased son was standing at the end of her bed and he said, "I am just a step away." Perhaps, the world of souls is indeed very close to us.

I love family history such as your wonderful story. I really believe that spirits are here with us. After my oldest son died at the age of 34, he appeared, but in a fog,(in front of my bed) one year later on the anniversary date of his death, and told me everything was alright with him, and not to worry. (dream or real?, I want to believe it is real)...

My Paternal Grandmother was a very spiritual person and told the story of when her husband passed away. He had high blood pressure and it was back in the day before they had medications for it. He was in the hospital as his kidneys were failing, and she had gone home a distance of 50 miles to check on her animals. Her daughter who was still living at home at the time was there with her. During the night my Grandfather came to her and talked to her, telling her not to worry that he was okay. She called to her daughter who was sleeping at the other end of the house to tell her what had just happened. Her daughter told her that he had also come to her and stood next to her bed. The next morning the hospital called to say that he had passed away during the night. It just happened to be the same time that he had paid them a visit. I was once told that our loved ones come to us in a dream because that is the only way we feel comfortable with their presence. What ever the reason I am thankful that they come.

Your story is a wonderful one too! Others have told me about experiences very similar to that one. It really reaffirms that we live on in some form after we shed our human bodies. One day each of us will know, but for now we can only imagine. Thanks for your visit Jill.